As it turns out, I am not the meteor shooting through space. That was just the vehicle. I was always, always right. Daydreaming as a tiny little one. I am the star, born that way, and born to be.

How easy we forget, how easy to get lost, to be lost, choose lost, because lost has no responsibility.

I say that like it’s a burden. Back to attaching to outcome.

This consciousness thing is fun, but also annoying.

If I was a tree, I could just be and grow, breathe and bear fruit and die.

But as a human, I end up thinking about all of it. Perhaps I will be more true, just being, but with consciousness, I can… I can create.

That third axis I talked about, being, doing, creating.

I have never been more clear or certain. I am a light worker designed to light lamps, flames, fires, hearts, minds, souls.

My human consciousness creates that into pictures, desires that become responsibilities, burdens, attachments, fear. So today, I will light one heart inside me and one heart outside me. That’s it. That’s all.

I fear effort and chase ease, but I mistook ease for avoiding effort. Ease is not the avoidance of effort, or the bypassing of it, but rather finding the path of least resistance inside the effort.

Sliding like the meteors through the space of time, calling me home.

Be more tree.

– Tahira